I’ve been with two sick children for the past 10 days. I’ve been so sleep deprived I ended up getting sick myself.
With my older one it gets easier all the time: I know when she’s very sick, I know when to go to the doctor, I know what medicines to give and how to help her be more comfortable — and she can communicate to me what’s hurting. But with a baby… I do not like feeling totally useless and powerless, but having a crying baby in my arms and not being able to pinpoint exactly what’s hurting and what to do to make it better, just about kills me. I know a cold is not life-threatening and it’s just a matter to ride out the virus until it has ran its course, but the congestion, the sleeplessness and the general feeling of pain in my baby sometimes is too much to bear.
So, I’ve been wanting to post in this blog once a day. This one is just a little rant on self-pity, but also have to say that PROPS to all the moms (and dads out there) who are taking care of sick children. Sometimes a hug and a little bit of comfort and kindness can do for many sleepless nights.